Neem Poems - Poems about Neem

...Flammable I’m nor dry tinder, Scare me nor threaten of lightning, Past autumn and chilly winter, I look forward to the next spring. I’m already left with few leaves, Let worst of autumn’s fall......Read the rest...

...uncountable stars sit so scented on neem tree - bitter white flowers......Read the rest...

...An old neem tree sentinel stands in my frontyard fresh healing air green sunlit shade bitter year-round Pinnate gloss leaves inflor......Read the rest...

...Quantum Superposition ”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.” we know now that light is both a particle and a wave as ethereal vibra......Read the rest...

...As a young four- to five-year-old child, My wish to meet ghosts grew eerie and wild. We lived a mile from a riverbed’s shore, Where tales of witches and spirits galore, Roamed through the night i......Read the rest...

... Sighs of susurration sunder the silence ~ The neem tree swaying in the wind An old lady yapping like a non-stop chatterbox The roar of the road hero's motorcycle revving past And a ra......Read the rest...

..."Seize the day, then let it go" - Marty Rubin. I capture the first chirp of the bird in admiration. My heart merges with it. My hands fold in adoration. The color-changing beams of the morning ......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

... Cream of fire, liquicksilvered star incendiaire, leaves imprint for the World to see, hangs hook on the sky, suspended freeze framed to sprawl spidered v......Read the rest...

...Christmas does not come alone, It comes with the new year too, A new year invites......Read the rest...

... They were vibrant women, whose voices vibrated in the vicinity. Their squabbles were X-rated. Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions. They fought for the rights, though with obsce......Read the rest...

..."I quest for a return to the unappeased joys of my sweet past"- By Poet Quench my thirst to get back to my past When tame pigeons of joy nested on my eaves And I could hear their crooni......Read the rest...

...Quilts and woollies of winter all folded, From February’s fold chill when escaped, In March, when all ready to welcome spring, Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban, Few morning walkers wear woo......Read the rest...

...Chinnu, the chipmunk got a gift, a corn, from her best friend, Hugo, the hippo. She planned to eat the tasty corn soon, and meet Hugo the next afternoon to give him a large pear that she’d st......Read the rest...

...From the infinity of the hidden windows the cuckoo cooing ushering the morning through the darkness Feroz has just set fire to the oven, and his brief body cloth he stretches to cover his ears and......Read the rest...